Dreams and Reality

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

I wove my dreams
with a needle of reality,
then looped the chain
around my neck.
Dreams glittered amid
a room full of expectations

expectations smiled a smile
that felt like a pat on my head-
asked about the necklace -
but moved on
before I could answer

possibilities glided by,
they gushed about the pearls,
enquired of its make,
but before I could speak to them,
they vanished like Cinderella

at the brink of dawn
I lay awake,
my dreams, silently,
slipped down to the cushion,

I understood then,
my dreams looked good,
they felt good,
but had little significance
©M.D.B.